They were never a threatening size, in comparison to the ones who lived in the band's practice space over in the Buckhead Beach building, though. Come to think of it, the rodents over there were large enough to start their own band.

Dude, those rats were so big and vicious, I can't even begin to describe it. There's a picture floating around somewhere in the annals of the creswell lore showing the mangled, surgically stapled leg of someone who was attacked by these rats.

The practice space rat was another story entirely. Leroy just ate certain people's band's lead-singer's dope...